GLASS


The sound of shattering glass
Then silence as the she lays on the floor
The knife having fallen to the floor
Her rage fading into memory

Images of a past not forgotten
Slowly spinning in her mind
Not connected with today
Still they tower in her thoughts

The floor begins to throb beneath her
The door closes loudly
Her heart dives into hiding
Once again love has turned to anger

She can�t understand one drink
It always becomes many
Trying to run away
She follows herself

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001